Best Loaves And Fishes Poems

Rita was visiting. She pointed off the road. Let’s go there. So we did. It was the CIA - Culinary Institute of America. Like Auntie Mame, my aunt was a world traveler, an adventurer. My parents were not. My first taste of different.

fancy and fruitful
red...

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The road to freedom is dark and long. 
To go the distance, I’ll need a song; 
Something easy and strong, 
Like an old-time Shaker hymn,
Simple Gifts or Willow Tree. 
Let the spirit carry me.

The early morning is cold and damp. 
I light a fire to...

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